The Fall of Percy Jackson

Preparations and Councils

Adrastos PoV:

When the news spread of Percy's return, I immediately ran up to the tunnels to meet him. I knew it would take about an hour for him to navigate the tunnel system, so I just waited in the training facility and practiced against a straw dummy. I trained hard for half an hour before switching from a sword to my favorite mace. It had a skull forged onto it, so those who faced me knew that death was inevitable. It had spikes on the outside so that it would not only crush bones, but cause horrible lacerations and puncture wounds to the victims. Woe to anyone who got in the way of my mace.

I started drilling on a straw dummy for the next half hour, working in and out of defensive and offensive stances and maneuvers, and I practiced shadow travelling a bit. I could only shadow travel to places in sight, because I was only slightly blessed by Tartarus and Erebus. Percy could shadow travel anywhere on the planet as long as there is some sort of darkness. I was slightly jealous but I didn't really care all too much. We were friends; there was no room for jealousy.

Right when I was in the middle of hacking away on my 18th dummy a Mendin walked into the room with a message. He pulled coughed once or twice to get my attention and he looked at me. I stared him down, and he backed up slightly. He then stuttered out the message.

"L-lord Adrastos... Lord Perseus h-has returned," he mumbled while bowing. I nodded and dismissed him. Damn Mendins were strong and good workers, but they were a hell of an annoyance. The get nervous when given orders that don't involve fixing anything. Damn monsters.

I put my gear away in my chambers, and sat down on my bed before heading out to Percy. I was tired and wanted to rest for a bit. I lay there, thinking about my past, like a distant memory. The memories were blurry, like something was blocking them. Percy told me he felt the same way, except for this one girl he was dating before he was thrown into Tartarus. I could only remember one person; my sister, Isabella.

Thinking of her, I reached into my bedside drawer and opened a small, intricate designed box. I took out a necklace locket, made of gold and silver. I sat there, staring at it, as tears welled up in my eyes, and memories consumed my thoughts.

Flashback:

We sat there in our home, our mom hugging is, telling us everything was going to be okay. I didn't want her to go. She couldn't just leave us. There were screams coming from outside of the house, and fires raging. There were cannons booming and Native American war cries echoing throughout the night,

"Stay strong, Adrastos. Protect your sister. I have faith in you," she said to me, tears streaming down her face. I was yelling at her to stay with us. I was 16 at the time, and my sister 11. She looked at me once more, a look of sympathy and sorrow in her eyes. I gazed back at her, reaching out for her hand. But she didn't take it.

"Stay strong." Those were the last words I heard her say before three Native Americans ran in and took her away. She screamed, fighting them off for a few seconds before one of them hit her over the head with a club. One Native gave me a death-stare before running out of my home. I ran after her with a kitchen knife, and threw it into one of the Indian's heads. He slumped over dead, but the other two took her further and further away from me. I sulked back to my home, defeated, when I noticed it, too, was on fire.

"Isabella," I yelled, running into the house. I looked around for her, and noticed she was pinned underneath wood planks from the roof. They had caught fire, and she was scream. I threw them off of her, burning my hands, but I didn't care. I had to save her.

When I dug deep enough I wrapped my arms around her and ran out of the house, changing my direction when some Indians caught sight of me. I carried Isabella bridal style out of the town, praying to my father, who I knew was Prometheus, that she would be okay. I tried to save her, but the effort was futile. That prayer was never answered. She didn't survive her wounds after that day.